My name is Suzy, and I’m a foodaholic.
No, really- I think it’s far more serious than my well publicised alcohol addiction issues. I seem to get six or seven weeks in to a diet plan, will have lost 15-20lb, and then go on a wild, unadulterated binge of eating EXACTLY the kind of stuff I know I shouldn’t.
I’ve had a few days like that. Everything was going OH so well until Tuesday, when my car spectacularly and without warning, gave up the ghost. It’s only four years old, and being German and previously trouble free, it came as kind of a bolt from the blue. HOWEVER- the aftermath of the scramble to source another car that I could use to collect my children that evening and all the other crap that goes with something like this made me reach RIGHT for the Chinese takeaway menu that night. And I didn’t even go for one of the healthy options.
Last night, I had my first pizza in eight weeks, and I feel disgusted with myself.
It’s a slippery slope, BOY do I know it. That said- I haven’t done any damage- YET- the scales this morning said I hadn’t gained any weight- YET.
What I need now is a big kick up the arse to make me straighten up and fly right.
Believe me, I am well capable of doing this myself. Noone is a worse critic than yourself sometimes. So, with this in mind, I am having a low fat dinner of chicken breasts roasted with vegetables.
After this, I will consider getting the birch rod out in penance.
Only kidding, but I think I’ll have to make a special effort to do more exercise tomorrow, and then I am SO back on the diet horse!
Why does this have to be so hard? Why can’t cheese, cream and butter be healthy? Why can’t wine be a positive thing for your liver (not to mention your brain! 😀 )
And if anyone starts talking about everything in moderation (which I am well aware I did a week or so ago, which makes me the biggest hypocrite of them all!) I shall seriously scream.
Suzy wants her cake and eat it. If only it really worked that way!! 😛